'That's the new british girl.'
Murmers, whispers, glances thrown her way, laughs, cheers.
Eve ducked her head and clutched her new Geometry textbook to her chest.
'Nice work on Morrison, brit chick!' Called someone.
Morrison was the teacher who had confronted her on her first day. It was now Eve's second week, and she was the talk of the school, thanks to her dramatic detention foiling.
Apparently no one messes with Morrison, and failing to show up to detention is the biggest no-no. It was because Eve was lost, and she had finally managed to explain to someone that she was the new girl.
Everyone knew who she was, everyone called out in the "halls," as they were called.
It was hell.